| «Sell a mirage,» says The Voice of The Cunning
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| Button-down yes-men market it well
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| «Sell a mirage and the hordes come running.»
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| Cheap grace rains like pennies from hell
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| In the cool flame flickers some psychopath stickman
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| Weeping to the cameras
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| Begging for trust
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| But the seeds lie here
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| In a proud heart needing your covering under…
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| Under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| A cover under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| There’s a refuge under the blood
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| Shutter the room
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| There’s a Light penetrating
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| Stickmen tremble and cover their eyes
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| Shutter this room
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| There’s a judgement waiting
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| Cheap grace rains down quite a surprise
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| In the stained glass ghetto
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| There’s a hired hand setting up a table
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| In remembrance of no one at all
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| And if I’m that man
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| Could your mercy bring me back
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| Into communion?
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| Under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| Communion under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| Under the blood
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| Can you reach me?
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| Under the blood
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| There’s a light in the hollow
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| Under the blood
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| Where you lead I will follow
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| And the blitzkrieg drones
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| And the bleeding earth groans
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| And your Comforter heals me, whispering hope
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| You’re alive
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| In the soul of a sinner
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| Cover me under…
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| Under the blood |